Rafe POV
I hated leaving her.
Seeing her curled up in my bed this morning, the way she tried so hard to wake up and kiss me goodbye did something to me; it made me dream of my future. With her. I wanted every morning to begin with saying good morning to her.
And knowing that when I finished after a hard day's work, she would be waiting for me—that thought alone made me happier than I ever thought possible.
I pull up at the construction site, slamming the truck door shut, and scan the faces, hoping to see Tripp, but my stomach twists when I realize he’s still absent. He still hasn’t answered any of my calls. Or my messages. And I can’t even blame him.
“Should we see the other guy?” one of the crew shouts, and the rest erupt in jeers.
A quick stab of guilt hits me—because the other gu
